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At the end of the second act, he turned to Mary and said, "Lady Cecily wants to be introduced to you. I said I'd bring her here after this act!"
"Do," Mary answered.
As he walked towards the door of the box, he remembered Gilbert and he bent towards him and said quietly, "Oh, Gilbert, I'm going to fetch Lady Cecily. She wants to talk to Mary!..."
"Righto!" Gilbert replied, without looking up.
Henry hesitated. "You ... you don't mind, do you?" he said, and then wished that he had remained silent.
"Mind!" Gilbert looked up. "Why should I mind?"
"I thought perhaps ... but of course if you don't mind, that's all right!"
He hurried out of the box, feeling that he had intruded into private places. He had intended to be considerate and had achieved only the appearance of prying. "That's like me!" he thought, as he descended the stairs that led to the stalls. "I wonder why it is that I'm full of sympathy and understanding and tact in my books, and such a clumsy fool in life!"
He entered the stalls, and as he did so, Lady Cecily rose to join him.
Jimphy had already gone to the bar. He held the curtain for her and she pa.s.sed through. "Isn't it clever?" she said, speaking of the play, and he nodded his head. The pa.s.sage leading up from the stalls was full of chattering people, but when they reached the narrow corridor which led to the box, there was no one about....
"Cecily!" he said in a low voice.
"Yes, Paddy!" she answered, looking back over her shoulder.
He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her towards him.
"Some one will see you," she said.
"No, they won't," he replied, "and I don't care...."
He kissed her ardently. "My dear!" he murmured with his lips on hers.
She pushed him from her. "You _are_ a fool," she said.
"I couldn't help it!"
Their voices were low lest the people in the box should hear them.
"You must never do that again," she said. "I'd never have forgiven you if any one had seen us!"
"What are you afraid of, Cecily?" he asked.
She made a gesture of despair. "Haven't you _any_ sense?" she said.
She turned to go towards the box again, but he caught hold of her hand and held her.
"Cecily," he whispered, "you know I love you, don't you?"
"Yes, yes," she answered impatiently, s.n.a.t.c.hing her hand from his, "but you needn't tell everybody about it!"
"And you love me, too. Don't you?"
"Let's go and join the others!..."
He held her again. "No, Cecily," he said, "you must listen to me!"
"Well, what is it?"
"Cecily!" He was breathing hard, and it seemed to him that he could only speak by forcing words out of himself. "Cecily ... come with me! ..."
"That's what I want to do, but you keep me hanging about here. If any one were to see us!..."
"I don't mean that," he interrupted. "You know quite well what I mean!..."
"What _do_ you mean? I don't know!..."
He went closer to her, trying to waken her pa.s.sion by the strength of his. "I want you to leave Jimphy and come away with me," he said.
"Leave Jimphy!"
"Yes. You're not happy ... you're not suited to each other. Come with me!"
"Like this?" she said, holding out her hands and mocking him.
"That doesn't matter," he urged. "We'll go somewhere...."
"Fly to Ireland, I suppose, in evening dress! Poor Paddy, you're so Irish, aren't you? Please don't be an idiot!"
She went on towards the door of the box, and he followed after her.
"Cecily!" he said.
"Not to-night," she answered. "I want to be introduced to that nice girl, Mary Graham, and I really must congratulate Gilbert ... I suppose he's here ... it's such a clever play!"
She opened the door of the box and went in, and, hesitating for a moment, he went after her.
4
She stayed in the box, sitting between Mrs. Graham and Mary, until the end of the play. The curtain had gone down to applause and laughter and had been raised again and a third and fourth time, and then the audience had demanded that the author should appear. Somewhere in the gallery, they could hear the faint groan of the man who attends all first nights and groans on principle. "I'd like to punch that chap's jaw!" Ninian muttered, glancing up at the gallery indignantly. There was more applause and a louder and more insistent shout of "Author! Author!" and the curtain went up, and Gilbert, very nervous and very pale, came on to the stage and bowed. Then, after another curtain call, the lights were lowered and the audience began to disperse.
There was to be a supper party at the Carlton, because the Carlton was nearer to the Pall Mall than the Savoy, and Sir Geoffrey Mundane and Mrs. Michael Gordon had accepted Gilbert's invitation to join them.
"It'll cost a h.e.l.l of a lot," Gilbert said to Henry, "but what's money for? When I die, they'll put on my tombstone, '_He was born in debt, he lived in debt, he died in debt, and he didn't care a d.a.m.n. So be it!_'
He extended his invitation to Jimphy and Lady Cecily.
"You didn't come to Jimphy's birthday party," she objected.
"Didn't I?" he replied. "Well, both of you come to my party ... that'll make up for it!"
Gilbert did not appear to be affected by Cecily's presence. He had greeted her naturally, behaving to her in as friendly a way as he would have behaved if she had been Mrs. Graham. Henry, remembering the scene on the Embankment, had difficulty in understanding Gilbert's easy manner. Had he been in Gilbert's place, he knew that he would have been awkward, constrained, tongue-tied. Undoubtedly, Gilbert had _savoir faire_. So, too, had Cecily. Her look of irritation with Henry had disappeared as she entered the box. He, following after her, had been nervous and self-conscious, feeling that the flushed look on his face must betray him to his friends; but Cecily had none of these awkwardnesses. She behaved as easily as if the scene with Henry had not taken place. "You'd think she hadn't any feelings," he murmured to himself, and as he did so, it seemed to him that in that moment he knew Cecily, knew her once and for all. _She had no feelings, no particular feelings for any one, not even for Gilbert._ She was a beautiful animal, eager for emotional diversions, but indifferent to the creature that pleased her after it had pleased her. If Henry were to quit her now and never return to her, she might some day say, "I wonder where poor Paddy is!" and turn carelessly to a new lover; but that would be all. Gilbert had piqued her, perhaps, but he had done no more than that, though probably it was more than Henry could ever hope to do, and she had yawned a little with the tedium of waiting for him, and then had decided to yawn no more....
He fell among plat.i.tudes. "Like a b.u.t.terfly," he said to himself. "Just like a d.a.m.ned b.u.t.terfly!"